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No. You never made it easy. [The anger that came back when the drug wore off was still there, beneath the surface, but it wasn't directed at her. Not anymore. No, the deterioration of the Batfamily had taken most of it. Crane, too. Mostly, though, at that moment, he was more weary than anything else. Another small smile at being called accommodating, and something shifted in his gaze, a reaction to the pride in her voice, pride he couldn't remember hearing. Not this openly, at least.] Did you? I wasn't aware. [Admittedly, sitting wasn't something he did often in the suit, but with a little maneuvering he could manage.] No. You should sit. [It ended up being more crouching than sitting, but at least he was on her level.] Humor me. How do you feel?